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She screamed in neutron bombsShe said “ Does it even make a difference what I wear?” She was Eden’s own apples and bones She made the moon with her hands, She dragged the oceans with her hips,She screamed in neutron bombs
And with her lips she spoke only of ghosts.
When she shivered I parted my chest, Where she nestled for a little while, I could feel my heart beating against her breast. She clung to my spinal column like a vice, like gravity was against her, the idiom of idioms.
Her tears could fill boots or flood craters on moons.
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- Current Residence: London, UK
- Interests: Music, languages, history, photography, genetic theory in the development of language
- Favourite movie: Barfuß, the Godfather I, Inglorious Basterds
- Favourite band or musician: Ludovico Einaudi, Sigur Ros, Ben's Brother, Keane, Train
- Favourite artist: I like a bit of Jack Vettriano at the moment..
- Tools of the Trade: Fujifilm Finepix S2Pro, GIMP, laptop
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